Chapter 13: Darkness of the Dungeon
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Thanks: Krissy, Elenora, Lenai Riddle, Draco-Is-A-Sex-Bunny, kathryn,
Kitty, HalfSlytherin/HalfAngel, HermionesTwin, Callisto Star, rattyrowe, Mafia_Bartender (Hi Ashlee ^_^_^_^)), HPFanNikkie, pupulupk, Draco-luver, and Katz
A/N: This chapter is dark, but probably not as bad as the last one. Dedicated to Emma. I hope everything gets better. Brandi told me you were going through a lot (Not exactly what though). Good luck with whatever it is, and IM me if you ever want to talk.
*
"He won't last. What a shame."
"No shit he won't last. Look what you did to him. I am surprised he is not dead."
"Lucius, we had to. The Dark Lord will be thrilled. We have them all, except that meddling mudblood."
"I see."
"Lucius?"
"Look. He's stirring."
~*
Draco opened his eyes slowly, and bit his lip. Everything hurt like hell. Every inch of his body felt like it was on fire. Draco slowly looked around and shuddered. Wherever he was, it was very dark and very cold. He slowly sat up, and realized that his arms were chained to a bitterly cold stone floor, and it didn't take Draco long to realize that his feet were chained as well. "What?" he mumbled
weakly, "Where?"
"You're finally up, brat!"
Draco looked up to face Walden Macnair. Behind Macnair was a very
furious Lucius. Draco peered around, and it didn't take him too long
to notice that he was in a prison of some sort. And terrible cold dirty prison. Around him were dark stonewalls, and little candles on the walls that were used to keep him warm. Draco quivered, and thought of the torturous things that would be done to him here. He was still wearing the slashed robes, and they weren't nearly good enough to keep him warm in such horrible conditions.
Draco frowned, "Where am I?"
The candlelight flickered off of Macnair's face, making him look more awful then he actually was. Macnair snarled and pointed his wand at Draco through the iron bars; "I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you, Malfoy! Where you are is really none of your business now is it? Don't make me add another cut for 'Arrogant Bastard.'"
Draco lowered his eyes, and winced as he thought of last night. The wounds in his chest were still very fresh. He didn't want to cause any more trouble. Not just yet anyway. Lucius avoided his son's eyes, and asked Macnair in a monotone, "What are we going to do with him?"
"You'll see." Macnair chuckled, "Oh how I wish it were today. I would be so happy to see him suffer this instant."
Draco looked at the filthy stone floor. He made a disgusted face as he saw a rat run over his legs and through the bars of the door. **Wonderful.** Draco thought sarcastically, **This place is probably overrun with diseases, and I am sick as it is. Gosh, it's so freezing. **
Macnair glared at Draco, his eyes twinkling dangerously, "You just wait and see, Malfoy. You will forever regret killing my daughter. I-"
"Macnair!" Bellatrix's voice echoed through the prison, "Get up here! I need help. Avery is well, you know, being his normal self."
"Great!" Macnair snapped, "I will be right back. Lucius, torture him as much as you please."
Macnair ran up the steep staircase that was a few feet behind Lucius, and he hurried out of sight. Draco shut his eyes and thought frantically. He wished more then ever that he was back at Desdemona's, even though he didn't like her very much. Desdemona was nasty, and deserved a lot of things, but she shouldn't have killed herself. Draco sighed, and when he exhaled, he saw his breath. It was so damn cold. Draco looked up at Lucius, and was about to speak, but he coughed instead. Draco cringed when he saw a tiny trail of red blood roll slowly down his chin.
Lucius raised his eyebrows, "Don't be so hard on yourself."
"Shut up, you monster!" Draco spat violently, "You are one lucky son of a bitch that I am chained up, or else I would kill you. Kill you slowly and painfully."
Draco prepared himself for an attack, but Lucius did nothing. He stared blankly at Draco and shook his head, "I thought you would fight back. You just let us drain the life out of you."
"What the fuck was I supposed to do? Macnair tied me up, and about fifty million Death Eaters attacking me. How was I supposed to defend myself? I bet you would say that to Jewel too! 'Oh Jewel! You should have defended yourself against the sword!!'" Draco cried in between coughing.
Lucius's eyes flashed dangerously, and he took out his wand. Draco rolled his eyes, "Yes, I am sure you were really thinking about Jewel's defense when you murdered her!"
Lucius glared, and growled furiously, "Why don't you leave Jewel out of this?"
Draco tried to stand up to face his father, but he forgot that he was chained down to the hard stone floor. Draco doubted that he could stand anyway. He had lost too much blood, and he could hardly move. Lucius lowered his wand, "May I offer some advice. Don't try to stand or fight back right away. It will mean the death of you."
Draco ignored the comment, and looked away, "I hate you."
Lucius frowned and looked up the stairs that Macnair ran up earlier. It was silent for several minutes. Lucius seemed very distant, and Draco couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind. Draco coughed again and shivered. He was damp, cold and hungry. He tried to move into a more comfortable position, but he was in too much pain. His wounds were surely infected by now. There was so much dirt mixed in with the dry blood, and the cuts were inflamed.
Draco suddenly remembered what he wanted to ask. "You heard it, didn't you? That horrible voice. It called your name."
Lucius immediately spun around and glared at Draco, "I-I-I don't know what you are talking about, boy! What voice?"
"I think you do know exactly what I am talking about." Draco said trying to build up the courage in his voice, "It called you. You did hear it when none of the other Death Eaters could."
Lucius rolled his eyes, and paced around the small room. Draco gulped nervously. He was sure that Lucius would kill him. After all, he did murder Jewel and several others. What would stop him from killing Draco, who would probably die anyway from this cold horrible dungeon, and his infected wounds? It was several moments before Lucius spoke, "Draco, you heard nothing."
"FATHER! Don't lie!"
Lucius glared, "Don't call me 'Father.' I have done nothing to deserve that title, Draco Malfoy. I murdered Jewel, and I have to live with it. I am no father."
Draco took this in and smirked, "Too true. I mean, what kind of father kills their daughter, nearly kills their son about five hundred times, and then lets them be tortured and thrown in prison."
Lucius walked closer to the spiral stairs, "I have done all of those things, yes. But Draco, there is so much you don't know. You are so naïve, and may I say, very stupid sometimes."
"Go to hell." Draco retorted.
"Yes, that is where I will end up." Lucius said distantly, "I've done too much. I don't need to add anything else to my burden. You don't need to know anything. Just beware."
"Of what?" Draco snapped.
Lucius shook his head and said nothing. Macnair had returned.
~*~
Hermione was bored to death. She was sitting with Elena in her toy room. Hermione stared blankly out the window as Elena rambled on about who was going to be which princess. Hermione bit her lip, and concentrated. She wondered what happened to the others. She didn't know why, but the bad feeling she had would not go away.
"What's wrong?"
Hermione looked down at the blond toddler sitting at her feet. Hermione tried to remember a time when she felt so carefree. **I wish I knew what a nice peaceful life was like.** she thought bitterly.
Elena laid her dolls to the floor, and sat next to Hermione. Elena giggled, and grabbed her hand, "Do you want to go somewhere else? There are loads we can do here!"
Hermione groaned, but followed Elena through a series of hallways. Elena smirked and ran by all of the expensive furniture. Hermione hoped that Elena wouldn't knock anything over in her excited state. After walking for about five minutes, the two finally reached an elegant mahogany door with several fancy carvings on it. Elena giggled, "This is my favorite room of all. It is quiet, and here is where all of my picture books are kept."
Elena flung open the door, and Hermione smiled in delight at what she saw. It was a huge library. There were thousands of books on every topic, and hundreds of lavish book selves. There was also a huge window on the end of the library that looked over the entire lawn in front of the Manor. The light shone through the window making the library warm and inviting. Right next to the window were some comfortable leather sofas. While it was not as big as the Hogwarts or Beauxbatons library, the Malfoy Manor library was definitely the most extravagant, and beautiful one that Hermione had ever saw.
"This is amazing." Hermione whispered.
Elena laughed, "Yup! Now I am going over there to read my princess books. Come sit with me!"
Hermione watched Elena run over to one of the far selves and grab a colorful looking book with a pretty blonde maiden on its cover. Hermione grinned as she watched Elena flop carelessly on the sofa with her picture book in hand. Hermione turned away from Elena and looked at the various books on the selves. Hermione immediately noticed that these books cost a fortune. They were all very old, and valuable. As Hermione was walking by, a certain volume caught her eye at once. It was very thick, and had bold golden print. The print said: The Legend and Dark Curse of Eden.
~*~
It was dark, and extremely cold. Draco tried to get comfortable, but he couldn't. It simply wasn't possible. Draco grumbled and tried to turn over, but an excruciating pain flowed through his chest. Draco cringed, and saw that the huge "M" cut had opened again. Blood was gushing down his chest, like a dark red waterfall. "Fuck." Draco muttered as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding.
"You know what is going to happened, don't you?"
Draco gasped and looked up. A few feet away Draco saw the shadow of Macnair talking to Rosier. "No," Rosier replied, "This plan.I wonder how it will all end."
"A heir is needed." Macnair snapped, "Draco was supposed to be the proper heir to take over after the Dark Lord, but he refused. Personally, I am glad he is going to die instead of leading."
Rosier voice was full of doubt, "Are you sure he will die?"
"Of course," Macnair snapped, "No one has ever ever survived the Prigione Buio."
"But there is always a chance." Rosier protested, "This Malfoy is just like his father-"
"From what I can see, he is nothing like that fool Lucius," Macnair snapped, "Don't worry. I will make sure he doesn't escape."
Draco didn't move a muscle as he watched the two shadows walk slowly away. Draco felt his heart pound against his slashed chest. "Prigione Buio? What is that? Why can they just kill me quickly? No, they have to think of some torture chamber or something like that to murder me. Damn you, Macnair."
Draco looked sadly at the black stonewalls that surrounded him. There was no way in hell he was going to get any sleep tonight. Draco couldn't remember the last time he was so hurt, hungry, dirty and thirsty. "I am going to die in this place," Draco muttered sadly as he looked up at the ceiling, "I hope Hermione is okay. Hermione, I'm sorry. So sorry."
Things are going to get worse. Fair warning ;)
~*~Sophiebabe~*~
Disclaimer: I own nothing! JKR does!
Thanks: Krissy, Elenora, Lenai Riddle, Draco-Is-A-Sex-Bunny, kathryn,
Kitty, HalfSlytherin/HalfAngel, HermionesTwin, Callisto Star, rattyrowe, Mafia_Bartender (Hi Ashlee ^_^_^_^)), HPFanNikkie, pupulupk, Draco-luver, and Katz
A/N: This chapter is dark, but probably not as bad as the last one. Dedicated to Emma. I hope everything gets better. Brandi told me you were going through a lot (Not exactly what though). Good luck with whatever it is, and IM me if you ever want to talk.
*
"He won't last. What a shame."
"No shit he won't last. Look what you did to him. I am surprised he is not dead."
"Lucius, we had to. The Dark Lord will be thrilled. We have them all, except that meddling mudblood."
"I see."
"Lucius?"
"Look. He's stirring."
~*
Draco opened his eyes slowly, and bit his lip. Everything hurt like hell. Every inch of his body felt like it was on fire. Draco slowly looked around and shuddered. Wherever he was, it was very dark and very cold. He slowly sat up, and realized that his arms were chained to a bitterly cold stone floor, and it didn't take Draco long to realize that his feet were chained as well. "What?" he mumbled
weakly, "Where?"
"You're finally up, brat!"
Draco looked up to face Walden Macnair. Behind Macnair was a very
furious Lucius. Draco peered around, and it didn't take him too long
to notice that he was in a prison of some sort. And terrible cold dirty prison. Around him were dark stonewalls, and little candles on the walls that were used to keep him warm. Draco quivered, and thought of the torturous things that would be done to him here. He was still wearing the slashed robes, and they weren't nearly good enough to keep him warm in such horrible conditions.
Draco frowned, "Where am I?"
The candlelight flickered off of Macnair's face, making him look more awful then he actually was. Macnair snarled and pointed his wand at Draco through the iron bars; "I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you, Malfoy! Where you are is really none of your business now is it? Don't make me add another cut for 'Arrogant Bastard.'"
Draco lowered his eyes, and winced as he thought of last night. The wounds in his chest were still very fresh. He didn't want to cause any more trouble. Not just yet anyway. Lucius avoided his son's eyes, and asked Macnair in a monotone, "What are we going to do with him?"
"You'll see." Macnair chuckled, "Oh how I wish it were today. I would be so happy to see him suffer this instant."
Draco looked at the filthy stone floor. He made a disgusted face as he saw a rat run over his legs and through the bars of the door. **Wonderful.** Draco thought sarcastically, **This place is probably overrun with diseases, and I am sick as it is. Gosh, it's so freezing. **
Macnair glared at Draco, his eyes twinkling dangerously, "You just wait and see, Malfoy. You will forever regret killing my daughter. I-"
"Macnair!" Bellatrix's voice echoed through the prison, "Get up here! I need help. Avery is well, you know, being his normal self."
"Great!" Macnair snapped, "I will be right back. Lucius, torture him as much as you please."
Macnair ran up the steep staircase that was a few feet behind Lucius, and he hurried out of sight. Draco shut his eyes and thought frantically. He wished more then ever that he was back at Desdemona's, even though he didn't like her very much. Desdemona was nasty, and deserved a lot of things, but she shouldn't have killed herself. Draco sighed, and when he exhaled, he saw his breath. It was so damn cold. Draco looked up at Lucius, and was about to speak, but he coughed instead. Draco cringed when he saw a tiny trail of red blood roll slowly down his chin.
Lucius raised his eyebrows, "Don't be so hard on yourself."
"Shut up, you monster!" Draco spat violently, "You are one lucky son of a bitch that I am chained up, or else I would kill you. Kill you slowly and painfully."
Draco prepared himself for an attack, but Lucius did nothing. He stared blankly at Draco and shook his head, "I thought you would fight back. You just let us drain the life out of you."
"What the fuck was I supposed to do? Macnair tied me up, and about fifty million Death Eaters attacking me. How was I supposed to defend myself? I bet you would say that to Jewel too! 'Oh Jewel! You should have defended yourself against the sword!!'" Draco cried in between coughing.
Lucius's eyes flashed dangerously, and he took out his wand. Draco rolled his eyes, "Yes, I am sure you were really thinking about Jewel's defense when you murdered her!"
Lucius glared, and growled furiously, "Why don't you leave Jewel out of this?"
Draco tried to stand up to face his father, but he forgot that he was chained down to the hard stone floor. Draco doubted that he could stand anyway. He had lost too much blood, and he could hardly move. Lucius lowered his wand, "May I offer some advice. Don't try to stand or fight back right away. It will mean the death of you."
Draco ignored the comment, and looked away, "I hate you."
Lucius frowned and looked up the stairs that Macnair ran up earlier. It was silent for several minutes. Lucius seemed very distant, and Draco couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind. Draco coughed again and shivered. He was damp, cold and hungry. He tried to move into a more comfortable position, but he was in too much pain. His wounds were surely infected by now. There was so much dirt mixed in with the dry blood, and the cuts were inflamed.
Draco suddenly remembered what he wanted to ask. "You heard it, didn't you? That horrible voice. It called your name."
Lucius immediately spun around and glared at Draco, "I-I-I don't know what you are talking about, boy! What voice?"
"I think you do know exactly what I am talking about." Draco said trying to build up the courage in his voice, "It called you. You did hear it when none of the other Death Eaters could."
Lucius rolled his eyes, and paced around the small room. Draco gulped nervously. He was sure that Lucius would kill him. After all, he did murder Jewel and several others. What would stop him from killing Draco, who would probably die anyway from this cold horrible dungeon, and his infected wounds? It was several moments before Lucius spoke, "Draco, you heard nothing."
"FATHER! Don't lie!"
Lucius glared, "Don't call me 'Father.' I have done nothing to deserve that title, Draco Malfoy. I murdered Jewel, and I have to live with it. I am no father."
Draco took this in and smirked, "Too true. I mean, what kind of father kills their daughter, nearly kills their son about five hundred times, and then lets them be tortured and thrown in prison."
Lucius walked closer to the spiral stairs, "I have done all of those things, yes. But Draco, there is so much you don't know. You are so naïve, and may I say, very stupid sometimes."
"Go to hell." Draco retorted.
"Yes, that is where I will end up." Lucius said distantly, "I've done too much. I don't need to add anything else to my burden. You don't need to know anything. Just beware."
"Of what?" Draco snapped.
Lucius shook his head and said nothing. Macnair had returned.
~*~
Hermione was bored to death. She was sitting with Elena in her toy room. Hermione stared blankly out the window as Elena rambled on about who was going to be which princess. Hermione bit her lip, and concentrated. She wondered what happened to the others. She didn't know why, but the bad feeling she had would not go away.
"What's wrong?"
Hermione looked down at the blond toddler sitting at her feet. Hermione tried to remember a time when she felt so carefree. **I wish I knew what a nice peaceful life was like.** she thought bitterly.
Elena laid her dolls to the floor, and sat next to Hermione. Elena giggled, and grabbed her hand, "Do you want to go somewhere else? There are loads we can do here!"
Hermione groaned, but followed Elena through a series of hallways. Elena smirked and ran by all of the expensive furniture. Hermione hoped that Elena wouldn't knock anything over in her excited state. After walking for about five minutes, the two finally reached an elegant mahogany door with several fancy carvings on it. Elena giggled, "This is my favorite room of all. It is quiet, and here is where all of my picture books are kept."
Elena flung open the door, and Hermione smiled in delight at what she saw. It was a huge library. There were thousands of books on every topic, and hundreds of lavish book selves. There was also a huge window on the end of the library that looked over the entire lawn in front of the Manor. The light shone through the window making the library warm and inviting. Right next to the window were some comfortable leather sofas. While it was not as big as the Hogwarts or Beauxbatons library, the Malfoy Manor library was definitely the most extravagant, and beautiful one that Hermione had ever saw.
"This is amazing." Hermione whispered.
Elena laughed, "Yup! Now I am going over there to read my princess books. Come sit with me!"
Hermione watched Elena run over to one of the far selves and grab a colorful looking book with a pretty blonde maiden on its cover. Hermione grinned as she watched Elena flop carelessly on the sofa with her picture book in hand. Hermione turned away from Elena and looked at the various books on the selves. Hermione immediately noticed that these books cost a fortune. They were all very old, and valuable. As Hermione was walking by, a certain volume caught her eye at once. It was very thick, and had bold golden print. The print said: The Legend and Dark Curse of Eden.
~*~
It was dark, and extremely cold. Draco tried to get comfortable, but he couldn't. It simply wasn't possible. Draco grumbled and tried to turn over, but an excruciating pain flowed through his chest. Draco cringed, and saw that the huge "M" cut had opened again. Blood was gushing down his chest, like a dark red waterfall. "Fuck." Draco muttered as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding.
"You know what is going to happened, don't you?"
Draco gasped and looked up. A few feet away Draco saw the shadow of Macnair talking to Rosier. "No," Rosier replied, "This plan.I wonder how it will all end."
"A heir is needed." Macnair snapped, "Draco was supposed to be the proper heir to take over after the Dark Lord, but he refused. Personally, I am glad he is going to die instead of leading."
Rosier voice was full of doubt, "Are you sure he will die?"
"Of course," Macnair snapped, "No one has ever ever survived the Prigione Buio."
"But there is always a chance." Rosier protested, "This Malfoy is just like his father-"
"From what I can see, he is nothing like that fool Lucius," Macnair snapped, "Don't worry. I will make sure he doesn't escape."
Draco didn't move a muscle as he watched the two shadows walk slowly away. Draco felt his heart pound against his slashed chest. "Prigione Buio? What is that? Why can they just kill me quickly? No, they have to think of some torture chamber or something like that to murder me. Damn you, Macnair."
Draco looked sadly at the black stonewalls that surrounded him. There was no way in hell he was going to get any sleep tonight. Draco couldn't remember the last time he was so hurt, hungry, dirty and thirsty. "I am going to die in this place," Draco muttered sadly as he looked up at the ceiling, "I hope Hermione is okay. Hermione, I'm sorry. So sorry."
Things are going to get worse. Fair warning ;)
~*~Sophiebabe~*~